I pressed my forehead against the window
And stared at the vista below me
The Grand Canyon
It’s a miracle of erosion
The ultimate evidence of the effects of water damage
I remember thinking that Chinese water torture
Seemed a frivolous waste of time
Drip, drip, drop–what was the big deal?
But, just look at that canyon!
Miles of previously level terrain
Drip, drip, drop–it’s a big damn deal
When it’s your own forehead, I’d venture
Imagine being subjected to it so long
That it eroded your skin, muscles and skull
Until a full cup of water
Could be poured into the trench before it overflowed
Drip, drip, drop… drip, drip, drop…
It’s rather much what living with you
Has done to my heart
My poem was previously published on my vocal.media profile.